Sailorfly12

Morbidly beautiful Is the love of Anything that You know will die I can't help but Think of those words Over and over Over and over And see an overcast beach, With fallen logs to sit on. Us sitting there In normal clothes, Smiling and looking Out across the fog Over the sea And think of your eyes When they look over me When you are enticed in my grip, Pleased as can be The clouded over eyes When you say That you love me You see far off into Murky waters of the future We have to be honest Time does not exist, We'll always have this moment We'll always have the times We've spent together Together forever

Orange light reflects upon My face, exposing my Visage with petals of light, Standing on my own, on The curb watching the bugs Fly around, he orange light Emitting from the bulb Mesmerizing my eyes Halos of shades, the back drop Black and hollow. My reason for standing Here alone No better explanation than To say I was left. My apathetic legs unmoving My eyes ever swelling The silent beauty of this Quiet orange light On top of this black metal neck Protecting me from the black abyss Of the rest of the world before I become a nonbeing Like everyone else.

Evaporated into space Evaporated into blackness or Dark matter, black holes. The nonbeings are here Not being here We can feel their essence Yet they cannot feel, They follow us down, To what we feel and fear And steal what we are To try and become a some- Being, yet from stealing More and more More and more They become hollow imitations Of beings

Can I be literally A hermit crab, tucked Away in my shell, Safe from all in the Warm Ocean, Or should I be a Clam, and dig down Deep into the soft sand Or should I be A bear, that never Leaves its den, Or should I be an Antisocial cat, who Lives in a house the Gets food and water, But hides under a Bed all day long, But I guess I should just be me An antisocial teen With an anxiety problem. (But I really just rather be the cat)

I am folding closed I feel my skin falling off Rippling in the water below Under this bridge that Cascades over this murky water Being stained with my blood And diluted with my tissue The fat cells gargle At the top of the water My skin flutters around Swirling gently like leaves My muscles ad tendons Tough yet flimsy Twisting like rope being Dragged by the current My organs spewing out Tying around one another. I look and stare My pain unable to be Felt from the immensity And unbareableness Of my account. I watch this while on My side, facing the lagoon As I lay on this bridge I look up into the blue sky And I fe

 There were clouds raining over head- I think. The thickening humidity thickened my thoughts into stale molasses that prevented me from thinking about anything other than my head ache and my abandonment. I am left. Left alone, when I don't even remember the world or my life that was. All that's left is darkness, my shell of a body, and an orange street lamp floating in this coldness, and me standing here. Cold, with a too thin jacket, and too thin shoes. I can't pay attention anymore. This orange light is bothering my eyes, and if feel so cold. So cold. I want to see his eyes again and add hair, and a noise, and I want to remember everyon